"GOT IT?" "Yes Sir!" "I"M A WOMAN." "Yes MISTRESS!" "That’ll do."

Today, I turned off my internet for six hours. No one I wanted to talk to was online anyhow, so I’d only be distracting myself with bad reasons. And in four hours of “writing” I’d managed 147 words. So hey, what did I have to loose?

This is what it looked like.
*I turn off wireless and promptly hyperventilate*

*drinks tea, feels better*
*And writes*
*drinks coffee*
*and writes*
*drinks grape and tonic*
*wonders why she is drinking something that tastes like cough syrup*
*writes instead*
Exciting, I know. But i’d forgotten what that feels like, and now I’m a bit blurry around the edges. YAY??? (Also, I watched what I was writing go steadily more and more sketchy. BUT IS STILL YA!)
The final damage done was; *drumroll please*
  • Daily: 5,498
  • Overall: 61,623

Have an Adam Excerpt!

On the whole, he really did not mind this mode of travel. True, it was strange, and you never knew when you would be expected to wear a mask to dinner, (thank goodness the Duke had mentioned that to him,) or get stuck in a washroom where all the doors looked like walls. These things notwithstanding, though, he kind of liked it. If only he had someone to share it with, that was the only real issue. And, to be honest, that was hardly the the fault of the Zeppelin. He smiled ruefully out the window, and looked down to find a new plate featuring spiced pork loin, garlic mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables. The good points about this assignment really did outweigh the bad points.

“Hello, buddy!” Adam nearly choked on a bite of pork as the Duke’s hand descended on his back. “Have you met Melinda?”

Adam swallowed as quickly as possible as he stood up. He cleared his throat. “No, I have not had that honour.” Which one was Melinda? The Duke had two quite beautiful black women accompanying him. They smiled behind gloves of coloured satin as he bowed.

The Duke grinned. “You need to get out more, Hewitt!” He kissed the cheek of the woman in blue and silver next to him. She raised her eyebrows at him, then rippled a small laughed. Adam did a quick ring-check, and relaxed internally. Both she and the Duke were wearing single bands on their left ring fingers, so that was all right. With the high heeled shoes that showed off her toes, and hair pinned artfully high on her head, she was taller than the Duke. The Duke blinked one eye, then the other, and grinned at Adam again. “Mind if we join you?”

“No, not at all.” The waiters had already brought over another table, and were adding a second place setting. Adam held out a chair for the other woman, who was also over six feet tall in her shoes, and dressed in green and copper, sans ring. She sat down gracefully, and smiled at him. It was a rather wonderful smile, to be honest. Adam sat down and sipped his soda water with lime as the Duke, Melinda and her nameless friend ate their soup and salad.

“Katie hasn’t been feeling well, sadly.” Melinda grinned across the table, then covered her smile with a hand and a cough. She looked seriously at Adam. “My sister catches flus with shocking regularity, it’s quite sad. Almost monthly.”

So they were sisters? “I’m, sorry. That sounds unfortunate.” The Duke found this funny, judging by the grin directed at his sorbet. Adam wondered why. Monthly sickness sounded terrible- oh. Oh. He turned red, which made everyone laugh, not unkindly.

“Is is unfortunate.” Katie twinkled. “But I’m over it now, and ready to meet these fascinating new people my sister has told me so much about.”

But, the duke and Melinda obviously knew each other, and they were wearing rings, which had to mean- she was talking about him. Adam cleared his throat. “The feeling is mutual, Miss.” He turned red again. “I mean, without the monthly sickness, but maybe…” He gave up and joined in the round of laughter. “I’m pleased to meet you, Miss, how is that?” He offered her his hand.

Katie smiled as she shook it. “Better. And call me Katie.”

“Adam.” He found he was still holding her hand, unexpectedly, so he kissed it. She smiled slowly and covered the expression with her other hand.


The day was a fail- BUT


*big, smily face*
You know what that means? That’s right, a WORDLE. *happy happy sunshines*
Oh, and word count is *mutters*
  • Daily: 1,327
  • AND OVERALL IS NOW: 50,181
Now I only have to write 30 k in eight days to win my self-appointed nano goal. Easy, right? 😀

"What WAS that?" "I was on fire, that is all you need to know."


So every writer has three inhabitants of her (or his) mind; Muse, Inner Editor, and Burnout. You know it’s true!

Anyhow, in talking to my friendlies today, we had a little too much fun describing parts of our inner unholy trinities.
  • Neldor said her Burnout was kinda pathetic and shy but smart, a bad kisser (he says he knows how to french kiss, just let him show you!) but cuddly, and looks rather like Mr. Universe, from Serenity. (Later updates prove that he’s only shy and or pathetic to get you in his arms (and not writing). Clever boy.)
  • Kemendraugh said her Muse was a clean, bright, shiny poster boy with great teeth (even when he’s hungover,) and Burnout was a bad boy, with leather, leather, chains, tongue piercing, leather, spiked hair, studs, and leather.
  • My Inner Editor is a snarky teenage boy who keeps laughing sooo sarcastically at my writing, but secretly adores it and wants to play with it, (he’s cute too, and clever) and my Burnout is a quick-tempered bad boy with many piercings and messy dyed hair, who tends to be abusive but thinks I’m hot (and a bad kisser and too bony to cuddle but we can work on that) and spends WAY too much time writing, when I should be learning how to kiss, or fight, or make him a pie, or JUST PUT DOWN THE LAPTOP AND GET OVER HERE. Sorta thing.
So, yes. I need to fully describe these gorgeous boys, sometime. My Muse is still hiding, the silly. If you do write up a description of your unholy trinity- (and please, do!)- tell me about it in the comments, or something. 😀
In terms of writing, here’s my wordcount;
  • Daily: 3,143
  • Overall: 44,939
YEAH, that’s right, I finally hit my word count for the day! GO SNAZEL YOU ARE AWESOME. *cough*
I forgot to post this, but here’s the wordle of my 40k mark! WHOOOOOOOO!!!!

(Why yes, I motivate myself with wordles. Why, is it that obvious?)

"Shoulda turned around and left before the sun came up again…"

My nano playlist is eighteen hours long. I impress myself. ANYWAYS.

Burnout continues to trundle along. Someone who shall remain nameless came up with the idea of making out with burnout, to distract and placate it. Perhaps I shall try that tomorrow. But today, my word count is;
  • Daily: 937
  • Overall: 41,612
And have an excerpt that- again- had nothing to do with anything! Whee for tradition!

After throwing that fit, now she was calmly eating her fries and walking sideways out of the store. Ewan stayed a few steps behind Nanami, in case she went nutcase again. The others would already be at the car…

“I’m not crazy, you know.”

Ewan kept his flinch contained inside his jacket. It wasn’t even noticeable, he was sure. “I wasn’t thinking that.” He half-lied.

“Ah-huh.” Nanami grinned at him over her shoulder as they crossed the mall parking lot. “I’m sure. It worked, though!” She frowned down at the fries in her hand. “I don’t want these, you want them?”

“It did work.” Ewan took a few long longer steps to catch up. He took the fries from her hand and scarfed them down. “Thanks. Why’d you think it would?”

Nanami had her hands stuffed in her pockets now. She shrugged. “I had a cousin, have, who has mental issues. She liked to try and get at least one person to quit every time she went out.”

“Ah-huh.” Ewan considered this. “So you knew that would-?” He trailed off, unsure how to phrase the question.

“If she hadn’t quit then, the next step was to start kissing random people or stripping.”

Ewan choked on a fry. “You, uh.” He was even less sure of how to phrase THAT question. Did both girls he was working with have no aversion to kissing random people, then? And if so, why hadn’t he gotten some of that yet?

Nanami smiled slightly, with her eyes half-shut. “I said there was a family tradition, didn’t I?”

“You, uh, like tradition?” Ewan spotted Adam’s car and headed down the next aisle in the parking lot. He was having to re-arrange a lot of boxes in his mind, especially around Nanami.

“For work.” She said calmly, almost as though she knew what he was thinking about. This made the boxes shuffle again, out of the more pleasant patterns they were forming into. Damn.

Ewan finished the fries all at once and slid into the backseat of Adam’s stupidly expensive, yuppie car. Ethan was in the passenger seat reading a map, Adam was propped up behind the wheel- (idiot,) Laura was sitting behind Adam, and- Mr. Theyneker was sitting next to him. Ewan stiffened and turned to look at him.

“I thought that went well.” The man in the suit wasn’t perturbed by the situation, or the fact that he was taking up Nanami’s seat, so she had to stand outside the car and peer into it. “Efficient imagination, and very fast. What were all of your roles in this?” He looked expectantly at Adam. Adam opened up his mouth and started to prattle stupidly.

Ewan crossed his arms and leaned back on the seat. So Mr. Fucking Theyneker thought the preppy bastard was in charge too? That was just, brilliant. Fucking Brilliant.

Also. You should all listen to the new John Mayer cd. 😀 I like Assasin, and I’m On Fire, and Half Of My Heart. A lot. *dances off*

"For I am a Mystery, For I am a locked room.."

Word Count;

  • Daily: 2,051
  • Overall: 31,395
Not up to count. DO I CARE? NO. NO I DO NOT.
Though I do need to learn how to get inspired earlier in the day. Work tomorrow, and travel on the weekend. Yeeha!
In other news, I broke 30 k. *shy* So I get to put up a new wordle! *dances* Oh my, simple minds, simple pleasures. It’s so true.

Laura is almost up to size with the others! That’s cause Adam is trying so hard to ignore the hussy over there. *smirks* Ahem.

Does anyone want excerpts any more?

Pay Attention To The Bumper Stickers


  • Daily: 2,840
  • Overall: 23,411
Wait, what? I thought I didn’t hit word count. I guess, I did. Huh. Yay? HURRAH FOR WORDY WALKING UP STAIRCASES. *throws confetti*

Have a pretty wordle!

Laura doesn’t get much face time, does she? Also I wrote a torture scene today which makes me loathe to sleep. Just, yeah. *pokes Ethan* Sorry, man. You’re just smart and know things.
Going to go sleep now kthnxbai.

Day Four!


  • Daily: 2,588
  • Overall: 10,709

Oh, and I broke ten thousand, so I’m allowed to make a wordle! *dances* I’m going to make one to commemorate every ten thousand words, and see if things change. 😀

Oh, and have an excerpt! I was enjoying spending time with Ethan again… He wasn’t though, sad to say. Silly boy!

The woman’s brow furrowed, and she produced something from her pocket. She was saying something, but Ethan was too focused on the scraps of copper in her hands. “Yes, those are mine! Can I have them back please? And be untied?” His voice started to falter as he realized what he was saying, but he managed to finish with a winning smile at the brown-eyed woman.

The woman said something, which he again couldn’t understand. Why hadn’t he learned to read lips? That would have been really useful if he was ever kidnapped and had his hearing stolen. Ethan tried to look as harmless and beseeching as possible. Given his situation and nature, that was very far down the pathetic-scale. The woman shook her head and pocketed the implants, and then left the room. Ethan rested his face on his knees again. Should have known that anyone walking around in this situation was not a friend. Maybe she was just talking to her boss? Yeah, right.

He sniffed again. Kidnaped, deaf and tied up. There had to be a bright side to this situation. At least she’d stopped him from choking himself, so probably she and her boss wanted him alive.

That- wasn’t really a very comforting thought.

Tomorrow is the 5th of November. Gunpowder, treason and plot! And I’m going to be torturing people…
Hehe heh heh.
heh heheheheh
The future looks like fun. ^_^